Second Chances

I was a wanderer, lost on my way,
Carried my shame like a debt I couldn’t pay.
But mercy found me where the darkness was,
And love reached out through the hands
That had been nailed to the cross.

I should have been the one condemned,
But grace stepped in and took my hand.
I found second chances
Through the hands that had been nailed to the cross.

Where my guilt met forgiveness,
And my brokenness was washed.
Every scar tells a story
Of a Savior who counted the cost.

I found second chances
Through the hands that had been nailed to the cross.

Those same hands lifted me when I fell,
Pulled me from the edge of hell.
Now I’m standing free, redeemed,
Because He gave me life
Through the hands that had been nailed to the cross.

There’s healing in those hands,
There’s freedom in that blood.
Every sinner has a home
At the foot of that rugged wood.